The Real Love.

I woke up from a dream.

The scariest one, maybe.

But, whatever, it's not like you care? Do you?

It's not worth it.
It isn't. Once it's done, it is,

And, enough of it. It's not even true.

I am giving up. Thanks for being there all this while.

You'd been there, you understand. I am grateful for that.

Go on with yours, dearest. I know you would make it through.

Thank you for all your drama. As annoying as it is, I appreciate it. Thanks a million.


I blogged this without thinking.
It's like straight out of me.
The Real Truth.